The Piano in the Room

Funny how this thing pulled me out off my sleep – to write! I’ve gotten asleep with my little girl in one arm. Just a while ago, I had a vivid dream that I was playing a piano inside this room – ala Richard Clayderman in a Victorian setting. Cold, my fingers never seemed to hit the right keys nor the right symphony. I rushed to think to recall any melodies but seemed to ran out of one. Moments by, there seemed to be strings of notes I can now recognize as a little bit of music. But, fragments of symphony wears out every time. Faded into echoing nothingness. I seemed to form beautiful strings of notes on the right hand but nasty on the other.

Somebody told me from within me: What I was doing was beautiful but only, notes are not orchestrated well. There seemed to be relevance to this with the real setting in me today: That, a lot of things needs polishing up and a bloody practice makes things perfect. That is of course, if I keep my head on the goal and my heart strong every step of the way.

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